Let’s get one thing straight, nobody really has it all figured out. Not even those Instagram influencers with their perfectly curated lives and #blessed captions. Life in your thirties is less about having a master plan and more about embracing the glorious mess of trying to find one.

January has a reputation problem. Somewhere between the gym adverts, the new year, new you rhetoric, and the sudden urge to buy a £40 planner you’ll abandon by February, it’s become less about reflection and more about punishment.

Here we are again. That weird pocket of time between Christmas and New Year where the days blur, the biscuits vanish, and everyone suddenly becomes a motivational speaker.